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Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTXEH8DS8FVFJYGYC0NPC86
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Model:
GPT-5.1
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Literary fiction: old friends reunite
Duration:
2m 39s
Cost:
$0.062554
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
95.02%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
81.73%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
66.67%
Name drop frequency
(details)
29.52%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
41.57%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
71.94%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
35.97%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
77.92%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
83.3444%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Literary Fiction genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist"> <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor> <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair> <height>5'6"</height> <age>25</age> <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar> <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description> <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory> </character> <character id="4413" name="Silas Blackwood" aliases="Silas, Si, the Spymaster" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Mentor"> <eyeColor>hazel</eyeColor> <hair>grey-streaked auburn</hair> <height>6'1"</height> <age>58</age> <beard>neatly trimmed, matching his grey-streaked auburn hair</beard> <limp>slight limp in his left leg from an old knee injury</limp> <signetRing>silver signet ring, always worn on his right hand</signetRing> <description>Silas is a retired intelligence operative turned bar owner. He carries himself with quiet authority.</description> <backstory>Former MI6 field agent who retired after a botched operation in Prague left him with a permanent knee injury. He opened "The Raven's Nest" bar in Soho as a front for his network of contacts.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> </codex> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the literary fiction genre. Two old friends who haven't seen each other in years run into each other unexpectedly at a bar. One of them has changed significantly. Through their conversation and the tension between who they were and who they've become, reveal the weight of time and unspoken regret. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary. </instructions>
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"Laila?"
The bottle slipped from her
hand and hit the floor, thick glass cracking, dark beer bleeding across the tiles. She stared at the shards.
Her fingers stayed curved around
the ghost of where the neck had been. Old muscle memory, frozen. "Leave it." Silas' voice came from her right, calm as a held breath.
He moved past her with
that
familiar
uneven step, scooped up the broken bottle, tossed it in the bin. The mop bucket scraped. Somewhere glasses clinked, people laughed, the low hum of the Nest carried on. "Laila."
The second time the name
landed softer, uncertain, as if he did not trust his own mouth. She looked up.
He stood at the far
end of the bar, half in shadow from one of the old maps that the downlight picked out. For a moment her brain refused him. Hair shorter. Jaw sharper.
A grey line through his
beard where there had not been a beard at all. Jacket that actually fit.
A collared shirt, buttoned to
the throat.
The faint outline of something
like a wooden cross under the fabric. Only the eyes anchored him.
Brown, but oddly bright, animal
and pleading. He smiled, small, careful. "Hi."
Her own voice sounded wrong
when it came. "You have the wrong person." "That would be a first for him," Silas said. He had not stepped back.
He leaned his palms against
the bar, silver ring catching the light, eyes moving between them. The stranger's smile faltered. "I am not mistaken."
He spoke slower than she
remembered, each word weighed.
The old accent came through
though, that Cardiff flattening of vowels she had scrubbed from herself.
It struck her in the
ribs. He looked at her hair. "You cut it." Silas' gaze
flicked
to her. "I know everyone who drinks in my bar,"
he said, still mild
. "She answers to Aurora here." Silas did not ask. Silas never asked.
He offered information, left people
to use it. The man blinked. "Aurora,"
he repeated, tasting it
. "Of course you do."
His eyes shifted back to
her. "Rory, then." The nickname folded the years like paper. Her throat tightened around it. She stepped sideways a little, enough to put Silas between them if she needed.
Her hand found a bar
towel, something to do. "You serving or sightseeing?" she said. It came out cool. Practised. He
let out a breath
that grated like a laugh dragged over gravel. "Always straight to the point." "Some of us grew up." She heard Silas' tiny huff. The man glanced at him. "Can we talk?" he said. "Just for a bit. I am not here to cause trouble." Silas straightened. "Everyone who says that already has." The man held up both hands, sleeves riding back to show forearms roped with muscle and a faint, pale lattice of old scars she did not recognise. "My name is Evan Jones," he said. "I am from Cardiff. I knew her once." He met Silas' eyes. "Well enough to know that calling her Laila was cruel." Her fingernails bit into the bar towel. Silas watched him for a long few seconds. "Table in the back if she agrees," he said at last. "You, Mr Jones, pay for the privilege. Top shelf. Conversation like this deserves decent whisky." He moved away before either of them could respond, limp more pronounced when he
was irritated
. Evan looked at her. "I did not know where else to find you," he said, quiet now. "I walked past and saw you through the window. I thought I was hallucinating." Rory wiped the already clean patch of bar until the grain blurred. "You thought what," she said. "That the universe owed you a reunion?" "That maybe I was not allowed to leave that part of my life tidy." He nodded towards the empty corner table near the bookshelf, the one that hid the secret door. She felt the hairs on her arms rise. Silas had not
offered that table
by accident. Rory swallowed. "Ten minutes," she said. "If I do not like the way you breathe, you leave." "No argument." She unhooked her apron, dropped it under the bar, and stepped out. As she passed Silas on his way back from the shelves, he lifted an
eyebrow
. "You want me to clear the room and call the cavalry," he murmured, "say the word." "I am not the damsel, Silas." "Good," he said. "Damsels do not keep my bar in one piece." He placed two heavy-bottomed glasses and a bottle of something amber and expensive on the corner table, then went back to his maps and his regulars, limp fading into the crowd. Rory sat with her back to the wall. Habit. Evan took the chair opposite, hands flat on the scarred wood, fingers interlaced as if he had
been taught
that somewhere. "How long have you been here?" he said. "London or this table?" "Either." "A while." He smiled that broken little smile again. "You used to say 'none of your business'." "You used to listen when I said stop." The flare of hurt in his eyes landed like a punch and satisfied nothing. He poured for her first, careful not to spill, then his own. He wrapped his hands around the glass but did not drink. "Rosie's," he said. "That was where we used to end up, after lectures. Do you remember?" Rory let the whisky sit in front of her. "You walked me there once," she said. "I remember the pavement. I remember my shoes. I remember the alley round the back." His jaw tightened. "I never went there again." "Neither did I." Silence settled between them. Not
comfortable
. Dense. He stared at his drink as if it might rearrange itself into something easier. "I stopped," he said. "Drinking. Three years ago, in July." "Congratulations." She left it flat. "It was the same day I woke up and realised you were gone," he said. "For real gone, not just doing that thing where you disappear for a few days until I behave." Her hand, halfway to the glass, paused. "I left six years before that," she said. "Cardiff. Your flat. Everything." "I know." "You did not notice." He flinched. "You think that." "I know that." He finally drank. The swallow worked down his throat. "I noticed," he said. "I just pretended I had not. That was easier to live with than knowing I drove you away." "You did not drive me," she said. "You hit me." The words dropped between them. Heavy. Simple. His fingers tightened around the glass until the tendons in his wrist stood out. "I remember that part," he said. "I remember your wrist. And the blood. And the door. After that, everything feels like a film I watched underwater." Her own left wrist betrayed her before she could stop it. Her thumb rubbed the crescent of scar that curved pale under her bracelet. "How did you find me?" she said. He let out another breath. "I went to your parents' house." That knocked the air out of her. "You what." "Your father opened the door," he said. "He looked like he had shrunk. Like someone had taken a carving knife to his edges. He told me that if I stepped within five feet of their daughter again he would finish what he should have started that night in the hospital car park." Heat climbed her neck. "You went to Brendan." "He slammed the door in my face," Evan said. "But not before he shouted at your mother to tell you that if you ever wanted to see him again you should hurry up, because his heart had other ideas." Rory's
stomach
lurched
. "He had a heart attack," she whispered. "He did," Evan said. "He did not die." "You went round to my parents' house and thought this would be an amusing anecdote to share with me in a bar in Soho?" "It is not amusing," he said
sharply
. "I am telling you that I tried to apologise." "You popped in, broke a decade of
silence
, and congratulated yourself on growth." He winced. "I sat in their tiny front garden for an hour," he said. "On that cracked bench under the washing line. Your mother brought me tea. She sat on the step. She told me she did not hate me." Rory could see it so clearly it hurt, the cheap wooden bench, the peg bucket, her mother in that old cardigan. "She asked me to leave you alone," he said. "She said you had built a new life, and I had been part of the old country that had tried to keep you." "Then why are you here." "Because she also said," he went on, eyes
suddenly
bright, "that you walk into rooms like you are late for your own execution, and she blames me for that, and she is right." He swallowed. "I thought if I could say sorry without you having to see that house again, maybe you would start walking like you are allowed to exist." Rory stared at him. The bar noise swelled, then receded, like the room had inhaled and exhaled around them. "You could have written a letter," she said at last. "I did." "Then you posted it to yourself." "I posted it to Yu Fei's Golden Empress," he said. Her head snapped up. "I saw you once," he said. "Last year. Delivering food to the chambers on Chancery Lane. That bright yellow insulated bag, your hair back in a knot. You turned and the sun hit your face." He caught himself. "Sorry. Habit. The details help. My sponsor says when I talk about the past I should be precise." "You followed me," she said. "I followed the bag," he said. "And you, yes. I will not lie. I watched you dodge traffic like you used to cross Cathedral Road. I watched you hand over a carrier full of kung pao to some junior barrister who had no idea that the girl he smiled at could have wiped the floor with him in court." Bitterness slipped out before she could stop it. "You always loved a show." He shook his head. "I loved you," he said. "That is what made it all so dangerous." The words landed wrong. Old script, too neat. Rory took her first sip of whisky. It burned, then settled. She let the heat work through her chest before she spoke. "No," she said. "You loved the version of me that forgave you everything." Silas drifted past with a tray, watched them over the curve of a bottle, then kept going. Evan
traced
the ring of condensation under his glass with one finger. "You changed your name," he said. "You never told me Aurora was your first." "You never asked." "I did. In bed, that time we skipped your lecture on tort law. You said you hated it because it sounded like a cleaning product. I said it sounded like a princess. You asked me if I wanted to be punched." Her lips twitched, involuntary. "I forgot that," she said. "I did not." He looked up. "You forgot a lot. On purpose. You rewrote me into a monster because that was easier than holding two truths at once." Her
jaw clenched
. "You think I have not held that truth," she said quietly. "You think I do not wake up with both of you in my head, the boy who held my hand at my grandfather's funeral and the man who broke the same hand on a cheap kitchen table." He stared at her,
something like relief flickering across his
face. "Then we are even." "We are not." "No," he said. "We are not." He reached into his jacket. Her muscles tightened, ready for the flash of something metal. Old reflex. Silas' head snapped up from the bar, eyes narrowing. Evan placed a creased Polaroid on the table between them. It showed two kids on a cliff above the sea. She could tell by the faint strip of horizon, the ragged grass at their feet. She wore a school jumper two sizes too big. He had his arm slung round her in a way that was still almost innocent. They both
looked like they believed the world would
make room for them if they leaned hard enough. "Your mother gave me that when I left their house," he said. "She told me to keep it until I could give it back without wanting anything." Rory stared at the photo. The girl in it smiled with all her teeth. "I do not want anything from you," he said. "Except for you to know that I know I destroyed that version of us. And that I have been trying to live a life she would not spit on if she saw." "You are doing a poor job of it." "I am here." "Exactly." He laughed then, short and sharp. "You still have that," he said. "The blade in your voice." "It grew sharper." He turned the photograph towards himself, studied it. "I got married," he said. "Four years ago. Her name is Hannah. She works in a hospice. She can sit with people who are dying and hold their hands and then go home and cook spaghetti. I do not know how." "You told her about me." "I told her I once loved a girl I hurt," he said. "I told her that every time she flinched, I saw you. I told her if she ever needed to leave me she would get the keys, the car, the dog, the house, no questions." "Is she afraid of you?" "Sometimes," he said quietly. "Because she understands how people break. Not because I have given her a reason." "And yet you still came looking." "I did not come to drag you back," he said. "I came to put something down. The
weight
of walking around with your ghost in my throat." "You cannot lay that at my feet and expect applause." "I do not." He took another drink. "Do you remember that case at uni," he said. "The one about the drunk driver who killed the boy on the bike, and the defence argued that his trauma and addiction made him less culpable?" "I remember you angry about it." "You said the law should not care about why you hurt someone, only that you did. You said you could not walk back a broken bone with a higher purpose." He met her eyes. "I have learned to be kinder to the drunk driver," he said. "But I still broke the bone." Her gaze dropped to his hands. They shook,
slightly
, as if the glass weighed more than it should. "Why now," she said. "After all this time." "Because my sponsor said amends do not count if they are convenient," he said. "Because your mother will die someday and she will carry this story in her chest and I cannot change that, but I can change what you carry." He leaned forward a fraction. "And because," he added, voice dropping, "that night did not happen the way we both remember it." Her body went cold. "You were drunk," she said. "You do not get to rewrite it." "I was drunk," he said. "I was blackout drunk. For years I believed your version, because why would you lie about a thing like that. But sobriety is a vile little archivist. It digs in old drawers." He tapped his temple. "I get flashes now," he said. "Pieces. Enough to know I was not alone in that kitchen." Her fingers tightened around her glass. "I am not playing this game." "You hit me first," he said. She felt it like a slap. Heat roared in her ears. "You do not say that to me," she hissed. "You never say that to me." Silas appeared at her shoulder, quiet as smoke. "Everything cordial at this romantic reunion?" "Stay out of it, Silas." "Hard to do," he said. "You raised your voice. My bottles tremble when people raise their voices." Evan's gaze cut to him, then back to her. "You swung the chair," he said. "I see it now when I close my eyes. You swung the chair, it hit my cheek, you screamed before I even fell." Her chest caved. "I do not remember," she said. "You chose not to," he said. "Because you had to turn me into the only monster in the room to leave." Silas' hand came to rest, casual, on the back of her chair. "Mr Jones," he said. "I find your line of recollection unhelpful to my establishment's atmosphere." "I am not accusing her,"
Evan said, voice rising
. "I am telling her she is human." He turned to Rory, fiercely now. "You did what you had to do to survive," he said. "You hurt me. I hurt you harder. You ran. We can hold both without one cancelling the other." Everything in her wanted to reject it.
To throw the glass, the
photo, the table.
Instead she asked the question
that had sat under her ribs for six years. "So why," she said, "do I still feel like the one on trial." He opened his mouth. The door of the Nest banged open. A gust of noise and new bodies swept in. A woman stood framed under the green neon glare from outside, coat half off, cheeks flushed from the cold. "Hannah," Evan breathed. The woman saw him, saw Rory, the table, Silas with his hand braced behind her, and in that split second something like understanding and
something like fear crossed her face
. She strode towards them, eyes locked on Evan. "You did not pick up your phone," she said. "The sitter has been calling for an hour." Rory blinked. "The sitter?" Hannah's gaze snapped to her. "You must be her," she said. "The ghost." She dropped a set of car keys on the table. They skidded, clipped the Polaroid, flipped it face down. "Get up, Evan," she said. "Our son is waiting."
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
72
adverbTagCount
3
adverbTags
0
"he said sharply [sharply]"
1
"she said quietly [quietly]"
2
"he said quietly [quietly]"
dialogueSentences
183
tagDensity
0.393
leniency
0.787
rawRatio
0.042
effectiveRatio
0.033
95.02%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
3010
totalAiIsmAdverbs
3
found
0
adverb
"sharply"
count
1
1
adverb
"suddenly"
count
1
2
adverb
"slightly"
count
1
highlights
0
"sharply"
1
"suddenly"
2
"slightly"
100.00%
AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (16 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
0
"Blackwood"
found
(empty)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions
(empty)
found
(empty)
81.73%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
3010
totalAiIsms
11
found
0
word
"familiar"
count
1
1
word
"flicked"
count
1
2
word
"eyebrow"
count
1
3
word
"silence"
count
2
4
word
"comfortable"
count
1
5
word
"stomach"
count
1
6
word
"lurched"
count
1
7
word
"traced"
count
1
8
word
"jaw clenched"
count
1
9
word
"weight"
count
1
highlights
0
"familiar"
1
"flicked"
2
"eyebrow"
3
"silence"
4
"comfortable"
5
"stomach"
6
"lurched"
7
"traced"
8
"jaw clenched"
9
"weight"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
2
maxInWindow
1
found
0
label
"let out a breath"
count
1
1
label
"jaw/fists clenched"
count
1
highlights
0
"let out a breath"
1
"jaw clenched"
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
215
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
0
narrationSentences
215
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
(empty)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
332
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
53
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
3009
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
100
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
66.67%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
44
wordCount
1342
uniqueNames
9
maxNameDensity
0.89
worstName
"Rory"
maxWindowNameDensity
3
worstWindowName
"Silas"
discoveredNames
Nest
2
Cardiff
1
Silas
11
Rory
12
Heat
2
Evan
10
Bitterness
1
Polaroid
2
Old
3
persons
0
"Nest"
1
"Silas"
2
"Rory"
3
"Heat"
4
"Evan"
5
"Bitterness"
6
"Polaroid"
places
0
"Cardiff"
globalScore
1
windowScore
0.667
29.52%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
83
glossingSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"something like a wooden cross under the fabr"
1
"something like relief flickering across his"
2
"looked like they believed the world would"
3
"something like understanding and something l"
4
"something like fear crossed her face"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
3009
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
1
totalSentences
332
matches
0
"offered that table"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
233
mean
12.91
std
12.17
cv
0.943
sampleLengths
0
1
1
19
2
22
3
2
4
11
5
36
6
1
7
17
8
3
9
72
10
12
11
4
12
1
13
8
14
5
15
9
16
21
17
4
18
4
19
9
20
22
21
5
22
3
23
5
24
17
25
15
26
3
27
9
28
6
29
2
30
7
31
5
32
23
33
6
34
5
35
13
36
5
37
5
38
5
39
5
40
16
41
2
42
6
43
27
44
15
45
4
46
10
47
7
48
8
49
26
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
2
totalSentences
215
matches
0
"was irritated"
1
"been taught"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
292
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
332
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1075
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
31
adverbRatio
0.02883720930232558
lyAdverbCount
7
lyAdverbRatio
0.0065116279069767444
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
332
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
332
mean
9.06
std
7.73
cv
0.853
sampleLengths
0
1
1
19
2
5
3
13
4
4
5
2
6
11
7
19
8
4
9
13
10
1
11
17
12
3
13
23
14
7
15
2
16
2
17
15
18
4
19
7
20
12
21
5
22
7
23
4
24
1
25
8
26
5
27
9
28
5
29
16
30
4
31
4
32
9
33
16
34
6
35
5
36
3
37
5
38
12
39
5
40
4
41
3
42
8
43
3
44
5
45
4
46
6
47
2
48
7
49
5
41.57%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
28
diversityRatio
0.25903614457831325
totalSentences
332
uniqueOpeners
86
71.94%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
3
totalSentences
139
matches
0
"Somewhere glasses clinked, people laughed,"
1
"Only the eyes anchored him."
2
"Instead she asked the question"
ratio
0.022
0.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
80
totalSentences
139
matches
0
"She stared at the shards."
1
"Her fingers stayed curved around"
2
"He moved past her with"
3
"She looked up."
4
"He stood at the far"
5
"He smiled, small, careful."
6
"Her own voice sounded wrong"
7
"He had not stepped back."
8
"He leaned his palms against"
9
"He spoke slower than she"
10
"It struck her in the"
11
"He looked at her hair."
12
"he said, still mild"
13
"He offered information, left people"
14
"he repeated, tasting it"
15
"His eyes shifted back to"
16
"Her throat tightened around it."
17
"She stepped sideways a little,"
18
"Her hand found a bar"
19
"It came out cool."
ratio
0.576
0.00%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
130
totalSentences
139
matches
0
"The bottle slipped from her"
1
"She stared at the shards."
2
"Her fingers stayed curved around"
3
"He moved past her with"
4
"The mop bucket scraped."
5
"The second time the name"
6
"She looked up."
7
"He stood at the far"
8
"A grey line through his"
9
"Jacket that actually fit."
10
"A collared shirt, buttoned to"
11
"The faint outline of something"
12
"Brown, but oddly bright, animal"
13
"He smiled, small, careful."
14
"Her own voice sounded wrong"
15
"He had not stepped back."
16
"He leaned his palms against"
17
"The stranger's smile faltered."
18
"He spoke slower than she"
19
"The old accent came through"
ratio
0.935
35.97%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
1
totalSentences
139
matches
0
"To throw the glass, the"
ratio
0.007
77.92%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
44
technicalSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"The second time the name landed softer, uncertain, as if he did not trust his own mouth."
1
"He stared at his drink as if it might rearrange itself into something easier."
2
"Her thumb rubbed the crescent of scar that curved pale under her bracelet."
3
"He had his arm slung round her in a way that was still almost innocent."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
72
uselessAdditionCount
3
matches
0
"he went on, eyes suddenly bright,"
1
"he added, voice dropping,"
2
"Evan said, voice rising"
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
69
fancyCount
6
fancyTags
0
"he repeated (repeat)"
1
"he murmured (murmur)"
2
"she whispered (whisper)"
3
"he added (add)"
4
"she hissed (hiss)"
5
"Evan breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences
183
tagDensity
0.377
leniency
0.754
rawRatio
0.087
effectiveRatio
0.066
83.3444%